1: 30 am, late June 2006, yet another mundane Thursday. Seems like life has decided to take a break from any kind of constructive activity but that doesn’t mean I’m up to mischief. I’m just doing nothing at all and doing well at that. Sleep, eat, sleep, eat and occasionally ponder over things that are vague. Oh! How can I forget my only companion of boredom, the TV? What would a bored man do without TV? Eh… not much!
To bore you with more details, its summer holiday guys. Yes, it’s hot and yes there are loads of power cuts. Phew! Did I miss out anything? Yeah, I’m in Kolkata, sticky, sometimes stinky yet, I still believe it stands up to its name of being the City of Joy. Where else would you get three ‘footchcas’ for 2 bucks? And if you think the heat is getting to you, a stop at any air conditioned shop is always an option. Not for buying anything, just for the profound feeling of cool air on your sun burnt skin. Sad part being it hasn’t rained here off late. May be the Congress has bribed the rain Gods not to show mercy on this CPM ruled state, that’s what Buddho Babu would like us believe.
Ok that’s all the politics you going to get from me. Guess what brought me to Kolkata? Yeah, holidays right but how did I actually get here? On a flying bus, Deccan Air guys where first time fliers cue up at the terminal gate one hour ahead of the scheduled departure…. to get the best seats on the bus. That’s because the courteous Deccan Air people thought it’s a good idea to have free seating on their flights. Not because they want their esteemed customers to feel right at home (majority passengers in Kolkata use the bus, tram, metro and local trains to commute), but because it’s a useless exercise as only 70% of the seats in their flights get filled (only those seats which are cheap and bought months ahead). Not that 70% is a bad figure considering the bongs who fly do not mind spending 40 bucks on two slices of dry bread pasted with extra sweet marmalade to be sold as sandwich by Café Coffee Day aboard Deccan Air Flights.
To add spice to the rather bland service that Deccan Air provides, we get to spend more time inside the cool roofed Air Port before being thrown into the boiling Kolkata cauldron. The luggage takes almost an hour to unite with its respective owners. All in all, the World’s best low costs air liner is doing no harm to its reputation at all. Low cost means cheap service, a point proven. Yeah yeah, alright they broke my CPU cabinet, despite being itemized as fragile. Now is that enough reason for me to hate them. Anyways I’m returning with Deccan Air again, the poor man’s air line. Works well for me too ‘cause my pop doesn’t own a private jet, not my fault!
2:20 am, still Thursday. I’m sleepy now. Morning begins with the stickiest place on earth, the fish market. I hope they still sell at Rs. 100 a Kilo. I hate bargaining because they always get the better of me. And now’s just about the right time for a confession, I’m writing this ‘cause I want to make good use of time of course and the 12 hundred that I’ll have to shell out for this stupid monitor, mouse, keyboard and speakers that I hired. Turns out another guy lends the same for mere 450 bucks a month. Someone kick me right were it hurts the most. I deserve it. Bloody bong friend of my bro’s, sucking the cash outta me. Okay guys, that’s about all the abuse I can endure in an hour. Good Morning! Hope you have a nice a cheerful day.
PS: I finally own a 1GB pen drive. No I didn’t steal. Tried to, but they forced me to buy it… ha ha… just kidding. (in case you actually think I stole it, I’ve the bill.)
